I smirk before looking down toward Maddox’s crotch before reaching to unbutton his pants, and he immediately looks at me.
“Swan—”
Rage bubbles inside of me as soon as my real name drips off his tongue, a warning when he is no position to warn me about fucking anything I am about to do. I lift the knife with both hands wrapped around the handle and with all my might, I plunge it into his thigh. As soon as he screams and throws his head back, I rip it back out, blood spraying out of the wound while I yell at him.
“Oh, you don’t want me to touch your cock now, no?!”
As I breathe heavily, my eyes wide as I stare at him, a feeling rushes through me that I have never felt before. Revenge. I hold onto it tightly, reminding myself that this is exactly what he deserves. All the torture he inflicted on me without real justification and continues to do so.
With his head thrown back, he gasps for air, and I return to unbuttoning his pants before dragging his zipper down. I am ready to take his most precious weapon before I finish him once and for all. As soon as I wrap my hand around his cock, I draw him free, and he lifts his head.
While he attempts to protest breathlessly in a moment of weakness, my surroundings blur, and I press the rusted blade against the base of his manhood. My chest is tight, something inside is stopping me from achieving my goal. Tears mist my vision, dropping down my cheeks. My jaw starts to tense as soon as I replay the disgusting memories of the abuse I had suffered in his hands, and I find myself pushing past the hesitation.
I grip his dick tightly and begin grinding the ridges against his skin with untamed and forceful movements. His body convulses as he screams in agony while I emotionlessly cut through his dick, ignoring him just as he used to ignore me. His blood squirtsup my body and face while I struggle to get through the tough skin, my arm aching, but I remain unaltered, tearing into each muscle and tendon for what feels like an entirety.
As I reach the final part of my gruesome attack, I feel every man around me tense, their shock evident in the air. It is a brutal act, perhaps the most vicious punishment one can inflict, but the satisfaction of stripping a man of his weapon, especially one who uses it to viciously rape women, is unmatched.
With a surge of determination, I violently tear away the final piece, pulling another agonized scream from Maddox. I hold up the bloody thick flesh in my hand, my breathing erratic and I stare at it, a mix of disgust and triumph swirling within me. My wild, expanded eyes then shift to Maddox who is still reeling from the agony, his chest heaving from the immense pain wracking his body.
I reach over, grabbing his sweaty hair and I forcefully lift his head, making him look at his detached cock in my hand and I scream at him with anger.
“How does it feel, Maddox?! How does it feel that you are now exposed and fucking vulnerable to me?”
His dark, sinister eyes flash to mine as soon as my words boom across the room, and they linger. He brings his face close to mine before biting on his breathless, bitter words.
“Fuck you, Swan.”
Blood oozes from his mouth, the life in his eyes fading as I drop his cock to the ground, and he continues.
“I will always live inside you.”
When he suddenly spits in my face, anger swells inside me so violently that I cannot stop myself. Clutching the knife tightly in both hands, I summon every ounce of strength within me and drive it mercilessly beneath his chin. His eyes widen from the sudden impact, his breath constricted. A tear slips down my cheek as I watch closely, knowing that he is finally dying before me, his life slipping away in the wake of my revenge, and I give him my final words.
“That is where you are wrong, Maddox. Those that are dead cannot live anywhere.”
With a swift motion, I wrench the knife from beneath his chin, a gush of blood spurting out as I do so. As Maddox's final breath leaves his body, his head flops back, his eyes frozen wide open in a haunting gaze. A sob escapes me involuntarily, the overwhelming relief of his death flooding my senses and I drop my head, clutching the knife tightly in my palms.
I suddenly feel sick, my gut twisting and I stand off him quickly. As I whirl around and dart toward the door, I drop the knife, the impact of metal hitting the floor echoing throughout the room as well as my heavy, running footsteps.
As soon as I reach the door, I dash through it, crashing and leaning my arm up against the wall in front of me. I hurl, sweat dripping down my face, my body shaking, but nothing seems to come up. I rest my brow against the wall, attempting to gather myself while feeling Reign’s big hand on my back, his voice gentle as he speaks into my ear.
“You good?”
Despite his comforting presence, my body continues to tremble with the aftershocks of what I've just done. I focus on regulatingmy breathing, trying to calm the storm raging within me and gradually, the sickening feeling subsides, so I give him a wordless nod, still unable to find the strength to stand upright yet. He rubs my back as I hear Arlo speak behind me.
“Now that’s done, I will finish his uncle and Malik to stop the repercussions.”
Everything grows quiet and I am not sure who the fuck he is talking about, but I continue to listen to Reign responding.
“I’m well aware more than ever that our fathers will not be leaving this after Ivan visited the other day, Arlo, he threw out a silent threat to Charley.”
“I told both your fathers they have no choice but to stay the fuck out of business I am now involved with Reign. If I hear otherwise, we will deal with them.”
Once we are home, I head straight upstairs to the shower to rid of his blood that I am drenched in. The guys follow me into Chaos’s bathroom, and I immediately pull my sweater over my head, noticing Reign has turned on the shower for me.
I drag my blood-soaked jeans down my legs before stepping out of them and standing upright once more. I stare at myself in the reflection, both Chaos and Reign carefully watching my movements. My eyes flash to theirs, drifting between the two before I lower my head.
“You shouldn’t have seen me like that. You should have waited outside. I didn’t know I—”
